One-Shot: Day One, alternate ending
Title: One-Shot: Day One, alternate ending
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Season 1; Episode 2
Summary: What if Carys wasn’t strong enough to host the sex-addicted alien in ‘Day One’, for as long as she did?
A/N: Plot bunny alert!! This one is darn near fluff (where did that come from?) Can be read alone.
Beta'ed by no one, so blame any mistakes on the author (and let me know what you catch, I’ll fix it up).
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Ianto Jones is contentedly filing monthly invoices by payment due date, when he hears the secret door start to open. It’s strange, because Jack always takes the stairs, or barges in through the front door. Gwen and Owen rarely visit the tourist shop, except when they are coming and going for the day. And Tosh always thoughtfully rings first to see if he is upstairs, instead of in the archives. No one has alerted him of an emergency, so he can’t figure out who might be on their way. He tucks a manila folder, labeled “Unpaid Invoices: Payment Approved”, sideways into the open cabinet saving his place for later. Brushing paper dust from his jacket, he emerges from the office, into the front desk area. By the time he’s pushing through the tacky beaded curtains (which he secretly loves), the Carys girl they’d picked up earlier is rushing into the shop. He masks his surprise, and takes in her appearance, noting the high color in her cheeks and the stolen canister in her arms. Jack follows closely behind, gun drawn. Ianto pats at his belt before remembering that he doesn’t habitually carry a weapon at TW Three. But he knows that she can’t know that fact, so he offers assistance regardless.
“Need me to do any attacking, sir?”
Jack struggles to holster his gun, staring down the young woman, and quite obviously uneasy with her handling of his property.
“Appreciate the offer. Just open the door.”
Ianto moves to do so, but sees alarm blossom on the Captain’s face. He shoots a glance at Carys, only to see her body slump as a mauve cloud surrounds her. Jack moves to catch her but she falls to the floor before he can, with the container bouncing unharmed beside her. Ianto watches as the other man kneels beside her, touching her cheeks and forehead all but oblivious to the mist moving towards him. It swoops near but appears to hit an invisible barrier. Suddenly the gas changes direction, swiftly enveloping Ianto.
“What--?”
The question is cut short as his breath is pulled from his lungs, and he is pushed backwards. Wildly he grabs for the wall, leaning heavily onto it, gasping for air.
“Yan? You ok?”
“I-Yeah, I think so. I don’t know.”
“Go in the office and wait for me, lock the door behind you.”
“What? No, I’ll help you with her, she needs... something... Oh, I’m terribly distracted.”
“I know. Go. Office. Now!”
There is steel in Jack’s voice, and the sound shoots through Ianto’s spine, making him shudder. With a nod he follows orders, and returns to his nook, surprised at how balmy it has become since he last exited. Leaning onto the desk, he pulls at his tie, only half listening to Jack and Owen over the comm link.
“Owen I need you up here. She’s passed out and burning up.”
“With you in a tick, Jack. Just getting my pants on.”
“Forget them, get here now!”
The remainder of the conversation is drowned out by the blood pounding a cadence in his ears. He falls into the desk chair attempting to remove his jacket, which has become uncomfortably restrictive. He gets caught up, and leans his head back in frustration. The too tighthotcoarse clothes are momentarily forgotten as he mindlessly rubs his hair against the chair back, petting himself like a house cat. A low moan escapes his throat, startling him into lucidity.
Cloud. Site. Gwen freed it. Carys possessed. Sex. Fuck. Yes, ohgodfuck.
He white knuckles the armrests, breathing heavily, now keenly aware of a familiar brand of tension coursing through his body. A sudden noise filters into his consciousness. He eyes flick to the doorknob, which is jiggling, the motion reminding him of hurried adolescent hand jobs in the shower of his childhood home. Feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassmentarousalshame, he watches as the door swings open to reveal a solid wool and cotton encased torso, that he assumes must belong to a person but he can’t be bothered to look up and verify the existence of a face.
“Ianto. Do you know what’s happened?”
The soft baritone finally draws his eyes to a full-lipped mouth. He is completely unaware that he’s begun fondling the chair arms. The lips move lower, eye level, close enough to touch. He wants to lean forward and take that mouth, ravish it, taste it. But there is something keeping him exactly where he is, something hidden in his cerebral folds, telling him that taking is dangerous. Strong hands firmly cup his jaw; skin contact is a relief, loosening his gut by millimeters. He leans into it, eyes falling to half mast.
“Yan, I need you to listen to me. Can you understand what I’m saying to you?”
The hands press, forcing him to look further up, locking on two points of cerulean fire.
“Ianto, talk to me.”
“...Jack...”
The name comes to him in a flash, accompanied with imagined images of mouths and limbs, tangled, wet.
Wantneednow.
Groaning, he shuts his eyes tight, to better focus on the lurid pictures in his mind. A sharp pain in his left cheek pulls him back to the present. Blinking he strains to concentrate on the Captain.
“Did you just slap me? I’m infected! You have to go... I-“
A thumb strays to brush just below his bottom lip making him sigh with pleasure.
“Mmmyes, please…”
“Yan, I can help you, at least to take the edge off. Then Owen will have to run more tests. We’ll have more time with you before your body starts to shut down. I thi-are you even hearing this?”
Nuzzling his cheek into Jack’s warm hand, Ianto parts his lips and keens as he gets his first taste.
“Oh. Oh, that’s just lovely. Ianto, listen to me!”
The command is paired with a sharp tug on his hair; a short-lived twing helps him center once more on Jack’s now earnest face.
“Please don’t hate me for this.”
The words are rushed and partially buried under a savage kiss. Both of them sigh into it as lips and tongues defile. The tension within Ianto breaks, forcing him to launch himself at the Captain, landing awkwardly across the other man’s kneeling legs. He clutches and pulls at clothes, his own and Jack's, craving flesh on flesh. In a scuffle of inelegant gropes and needy grabs, they manage to discard their jackets and button ups. Jack's undershirt is hiked up as far as Ianto can manage, but he gets sidetracked from eliminating it when Jack tilts his hips just so. He lets his head fall back as they grind together, clutching at one another.
“Ianto. Ianto, I’ve wanted this, wanted you.”
The words are panted, hot and wet against his throat, spurring him on.
“More, Jack… I need-something…”
With a grunt, Jack shoves him to the floor. The chilled concrete against his sweat slicked back makes him arch, bring them chest to chest once more. Curling his fingers into gelled hair, Ianto pulls Jack down for another scorching kiss. Jack meets every thrust and parry, wrapping Ianto’s leg around himself. More fumbling and Jack palms Ianto’s straining member. Ianto bites his tongue in surprise. A few more pushes and pulls at twisted clothing and Jack manages to uncover both of them adequately, pressing into Ianto, gasping at the contact of cock on cock. Ianto head bangs the floor hard, making him shout. They writhe and roll, rutting against each other. Lips meet again, open mouthed and panting.
“JackyespleasePlease-“
Jack’s large hand wraps around them both, gripping, thrusting in and out of the tight hold.
“Come for me Ianto-“
Blind with ecstasy Ianto pushes up against him, crying out as he erupts, coating Jack’s hand and stomach. Trembling, Ianto feels something pull at his solar plexus. Exhausted, barely able to slit his eyes, he sees the moment that the alien cloud shrouds the Captain. Sleep overtakes him before he can ponder the implications of that.
He reawakens to the sound of a soul wrenching gasp, instinctively wrapping his now clammy arms around the other man. Every muscle in Jack’s body tenses, and he casts his gaze about wildly for a moment.
“Jack, calm down. You’re ok, you’re alive.”
“Yan. Are you alright?”
A furious blush rises as Ianto recalls where he is, his current manner of undress and just who is covered in his come.
“Um, I’m ok, just…maybe could you?”
Jack lifts himself up, carefully untangling their limbs. Hastily, they stand and redress themselves. Ianto reaches for his crumpled jacket, keeping his head ducked and trying in vain to avoid panicking. Jack places a hand on his shoulder turning him around and pulling him into a loose, but warm embrace. He presses a kiss to Ianto’s forehead, whispering to him.
“Breath. Everything is going to be Ok.”
Tears gather, but do not fall. Ianto looks at the Captain in confusion. Jack nods adamantly.
“I promise, we’ll fix you.”
Pressing his hands to Jack’s sides, Ianto leans in to press his lips to Jack’s one last time.
“Ok.”
Jack looks at him carefully for a long moment, still holding onto him gently, eyes shining with some unnamed emotion.
“Let’s get you to a Doctor.”
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A/N: I feel the need to point out that I don't think Ianto knows about Jack's immortality here. Nor do I think that they have an established relationship proior to this. Hmm, not sure if that read though... Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Con crit is always happily received ^.^
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Season 1; Episode 2
Summary: What if Carys wasn’t strong enough to host the sex-addicted alien in ‘Day One’, for as long as she did?
A/N: Plot bunny alert!! This one is darn near fluff (where did that come from?) Can be read alone.
Beta'ed by no one, so blame any mistakes on the author (and let me know what you catch, I’ll fix it up).
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Ianto Jones is contentedly filing monthly invoices by payment due date, when he hears the secret door start to open. It’s strange, because Jack always takes the stairs, or barges in through the front door. Gwen and Owen rarely visit the tourist shop, except when they are coming and going for the day. And Tosh always thoughtfully rings first to see if he is upstairs, instead of in the archives. No one has alerted him of an emergency, so he can’t figure out who might be on their way. He tucks a manila folder, labeled “Unpaid Invoices: Payment Approved”, sideways into the open cabinet saving his place for later. Brushing paper dust from his jacket, he emerges from the office, into the front desk area. By the time he’s pushing through the tacky beaded curtains (which he secretly loves), the Carys girl they’d picked up earlier is rushing into the shop. He masks his surprise, and takes in her appearance, noting the high color in her cheeks and the stolen canister in her arms. Jack follows closely behind, gun drawn. Ianto pats at his belt before remembering that he doesn’t habitually carry a weapon at TW Three. But he knows that she can’t know that fact, so he offers assistance regardless.
“Need me to do any attacking, sir?”
Jack struggles to holster his gun, staring down the young woman, and quite obviously uneasy with her handling of his property.
“Appreciate the offer. Just open the door.”
Ianto moves to do so, but sees alarm blossom on the Captain’s face. He shoots a glance at Carys, only to see her body slump as a mauve cloud surrounds her. Jack moves to catch her but she falls to the floor before he can, with the container bouncing unharmed beside her. Ianto watches as the other man kneels beside her, touching her cheeks and forehead all but oblivious to the mist moving towards him. It swoops near but appears to hit an invisible barrier. Suddenly the gas changes direction, swiftly enveloping Ianto.
“What--?”
The question is cut short as his breath is pulled from his lungs, and he is pushed backwards. Wildly he grabs for the wall, leaning heavily onto it, gasping for air.
“Yan? You ok?”
“I-Yeah, I think so. I don’t know.”
“Go in the office and wait for me, lock the door behind you.”
“What? No, I’ll help you with her, she needs... something... Oh, I’m terribly distracted.”
“I know. Go. Office. Now!”
There is steel in Jack’s voice, and the sound shoots through Ianto’s spine, making him shudder. With a nod he follows orders, and returns to his nook, surprised at how balmy it has become since he last exited. Leaning onto the desk, he pulls at his tie, only half listening to Jack and Owen over the comm link.
“Owen I need you up here. She’s passed out and burning up.”
“With you in a tick, Jack. Just getting my pants on.”
“Forget them, get here now!”
The remainder of the conversation is drowned out by the blood pounding a cadence in his ears. He falls into the desk chair attempting to remove his jacket, which has become uncomfortably restrictive. He gets caught up, and leans his head back in frustration. The too tighthotcoarse clothes are momentarily forgotten as he mindlessly rubs his hair against the chair back, petting himself like a house cat. A low moan escapes his throat, startling him into lucidity.
Cloud. Site. Gwen freed it. Carys possessed. Sex. Fuck. Yes, ohgodfuck.
He white knuckles the armrests, breathing heavily, now keenly aware of a familiar brand of tension coursing through his body. A sudden noise filters into his consciousness. He eyes flick to the doorknob, which is jiggling, the motion reminding him of hurried adolescent hand jobs in the shower of his childhood home. Feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassmentarousalshame, he watches as the door swings open to reveal a solid wool and cotton encased torso, that he assumes must belong to a person but he can’t be bothered to look up and verify the existence of a face.
“Ianto. Do you know what’s happened?”
The soft baritone finally draws his eyes to a full-lipped mouth. He is completely unaware that he’s begun fondling the chair arms. The lips move lower, eye level, close enough to touch. He wants to lean forward and take that mouth, ravish it, taste it. But there is something keeping him exactly where he is, something hidden in his cerebral folds, telling him that taking is dangerous. Strong hands firmly cup his jaw; skin contact is a relief, loosening his gut by millimeters. He leans into it, eyes falling to half mast.
“Yan, I need you to listen to me. Can you understand what I’m saying to you?”
The hands press, forcing him to look further up, locking on two points of cerulean fire.
“Ianto, talk to me.”
“...Jack...”
The name comes to him in a flash, accompanied with imagined images of mouths and limbs, tangled, wet.
Wantneednow.
Groaning, he shuts his eyes tight, to better focus on the lurid pictures in his mind. A sharp pain in his left cheek pulls him back to the present. Blinking he strains to concentrate on the Captain.
“Did you just slap me? I’m infected! You have to go... I-“
A thumb strays to brush just below his bottom lip making him sigh with pleasure.
“Mmmyes, please…”
“Yan, I can help you, at least to take the edge off. Then Owen will have to run more tests. We’ll have more time with you before your body starts to shut down. I thi-are you even hearing this?”
Nuzzling his cheek into Jack’s warm hand, Ianto parts his lips and keens as he gets his first taste.
“Oh. Oh, that’s just lovely. Ianto, listen to me!”
The command is paired with a sharp tug on his hair; a short-lived twing helps him center once more on Jack’s now earnest face.
“Please don’t hate me for this.”
The words are rushed and partially buried under a savage kiss. Both of them sigh into it as lips and tongues defile. The tension within Ianto breaks, forcing him to launch himself at the Captain, landing awkwardly across the other man’s kneeling legs. He clutches and pulls at clothes, his own and Jack's, craving flesh on flesh. In a scuffle of inelegant gropes and needy grabs, they manage to discard their jackets and button ups. Jack's undershirt is hiked up as far as Ianto can manage, but he gets sidetracked from eliminating it when Jack tilts his hips just so. He lets his head fall back as they grind together, clutching at one another.
“Ianto. Ianto, I’ve wanted this, wanted you.”
The words are panted, hot and wet against his throat, spurring him on.
“More, Jack… I need-something…”
With a grunt, Jack shoves him to the floor. The chilled concrete against his sweat slicked back makes him arch, bring them chest to chest once more. Curling his fingers into gelled hair, Ianto pulls Jack down for another scorching kiss. Jack meets every thrust and parry, wrapping Ianto’s leg around himself. More fumbling and Jack palms Ianto’s straining member. Ianto bites his tongue in surprise. A few more pushes and pulls at twisted clothing and Jack manages to uncover both of them adequately, pressing into Ianto, gasping at the contact of cock on cock. Ianto head bangs the floor hard, making him shout. They writhe and roll, rutting against each other. Lips meet again, open mouthed and panting.
“JackyespleasePlease-“
Jack’s large hand wraps around them both, gripping, thrusting in and out of the tight hold.
“Come for me Ianto-“
Blind with ecstasy Ianto pushes up against him, crying out as he erupts, coating Jack’s hand and stomach. Trembling, Ianto feels something pull at his solar plexus. Exhausted, barely able to slit his eyes, he sees the moment that the alien cloud shrouds the Captain. Sleep overtakes him before he can ponder the implications of that.
He reawakens to the sound of a soul wrenching gasp, instinctively wrapping his now clammy arms around the other man. Every muscle in Jack’s body tenses, and he casts his gaze about wildly for a moment.
“Jack, calm down. You’re ok, you’re alive.”
“Yan. Are you alright?”
A furious blush rises as Ianto recalls where he is, his current manner of undress and just who is covered in his come.
“Um, I’m ok, just…maybe could you?”
Jack lifts himself up, carefully untangling their limbs. Hastily, they stand and redress themselves. Ianto reaches for his crumpled jacket, keeping his head ducked and trying in vain to avoid panicking. Jack places a hand on his shoulder turning him around and pulling him into a loose, but warm embrace. He presses a kiss to Ianto’s forehead, whispering to him.
“Breath. Everything is going to be Ok.”
Tears gather, but do not fall. Ianto looks at the Captain in confusion. Jack nods adamantly.
“I promise, we’ll fix you.”
Pressing his hands to Jack’s sides, Ianto leans in to press his lips to Jack’s one last time.
“Ok.”
Jack looks at him carefully for a long moment, still holding onto him gently, eyes shining with some unnamed emotion.
“Let’s get you to a Doctor.”
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A/N: I feel the need to point out that I don't think Ianto knows about Jack's immortality here. Nor do I think that they have an established relationship proior to this. Hmm, not sure if that read though... Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Con crit is always happily received ^.^